Autumn Shower

The sun was shining brightly,
Not a sound was to be heard,
Not the squirrel's noisy chatter
Nor the singing of a bird.
The forest floor was carpeted
With leaves of red and brown,
And all the trees were covered
With moss as soft as down.

Suddenly, the wind picked up.
Dark clouds began to form,
And the sky gave all the signs
Of being About To Storm.
The rain began to heavily
Fall on the branches brown,
And in streams and cataracts
Onto the leafy ground.

The downpour ceased, the sun came out,
The birds began to sing.
The squirrels, in hollow maple trees,
Resumed their frolicking.

T. G. 10/8/14